Sugar is people too The thief is in my mouth again; he knows how to pick his marks. As I hear his footsteps on my tongue I become a hummingbird-heart of hot-fingered delight, I want him to visit me nights and rob me senseless. Even when I’m having sex I’m thinking about white crystals yawning up through my stomach and into my chest. The thief … Continue reading ‘Sugar is people too’ by Adham Smart